This poem comes my way from the chupa rustom Rohan. I knew you were a thinker, with some great ideas but I never had you figured for a closet poet!
Maybe is not for the strong hearted
It’s not for the believers
Maybe is for the souls that are stranded
For the doubtful set of seekers.
Maybe is never a misunderstanding
It’s an affirmation of not being in control
It never takes pride in it’s understanding
Rather, its humilty served in a tea pot one can easily hold.
Maybe is the shelter for a higher ground
It is where hopelessness takes refuge
Maybe is where I am often found
You are too wise for its boots!
It also makes me wonder. Decisiveness, is it a strength? Or is the need for some kind of resolution so overwhelming, the fear of being in limbo so terrible that decisiveness becomes the natural recourse? I often suspect that it is.
A wise old friend once told me that famous saying had got it wrong and that true wisdom would have been to say,
Don’t just do something! Stand there!
But some of us just can’t. No more than we can stand others who do.
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